★Anastasia★
I shook my head in denial. The hunger was persistent, and I wasn’t sure what to do. What to say? How to act. I felt a bit claustrophobic as I looked between them. Noah inched closer to me, and I shuddered. My Aunt moved to block Noah, and she reached out to grip his shoulders.
“Go,” she whispered. “She needs space,” her voice was gentle but firm. Noah hesitated, and his eyes darted between me and Eloise. I could see the turmoil in his eyes. The battle between wanting to stay and knowing he had to leave. I didn’t know what to say to him. Even though I now knew who I was, I also didn’t. I wasn’t me anymore. I was something else. The hunger was still there, a gnawing presence that lurked just beneath the surface. I wasn’t even worried about Noah or even Marcia. My fear was Elois
